whomever I'm asking

with the waxing moon tonight
all shines bitter twilight
like a split prism colourstream
only my tears splash, like blood on the white screen
all pragmatic
varlet in scarletsmeered in a wash of black
the teeth prick and close for this colortura
sucking this life like julep
slowly psoriosis overcrept
leaving a hollow stigma

there in my final hour
a puddle of woe tips the scales
I beg and plead, struggle to cower
for the night has still hanging vails

the timer will oscilliate
rouse to the astral calling
I debacle will create
for this malevolent falling

"club and crown
sinfull lust heathen
slither to the ground
six for the ashes
six for the chains
and one more til your lapping at my remains"

the eyes that catch a glimpse
squirm and turn with a winch
all embodiedment, the oozing inch
salt, time, burn til you twitch
in a itch
and words sing to
with no kerfue
gaudy tounge
tones that bovel
since this event un-spun
my mind slacks to grovel

no shepard hears this heard
of what diabolical steps occurd
knives cross like a celtic design
with a solar design
my ^ sorrows

a onyx collisium erected in the horizon
folklore whispers flood ears of men
telling of rigamortis in society
clad cloaked and marching quietly
no head ponders from gravel
only scratching foot-tracks can be noticed
travel from the shackle
ebony lips
cackle as you gabble
polyglot scripts

"harsh stern patriot
wing steed chariot
retreat and view from a further plot
opinions account for naught
unless action of frictions is caught
keep a hand in your testament
until your lord is complacent"

venomous foe fangs strike
almost in one fowl swipe
what can a cretin achieve
with parasites blocking every artery

fire flash to hold at bay
gildred serpents still in lunging range
incase the face
of prey decays
fossil imbrace cascades
to a weakened host
screams of a pitching fiend
overhung
and under cleansed in blood

path of a shard
deep in the dark
a scandal composes
a bed of nails
a wall of roses

vultures gaze, frienzied and thirst

sick in the tick
of a clapped out trick
bless the tar covered bones
click, riddle stick
to the burning thrones

vamoose
vamoose - conclude
vamoose
vamoose - die at the feet, salute

vaccant sun cannot melt
to the wretched hand that is dealt
five of a hive
iscribe the passing
bring her back - whomever I'm asking